Mason, who may have been the only person still asleep at this hour, managed to climb to his feet wake up. [i]"*Yawn* The damn sun will freeze before I wake up at a good hour"[/i] Mason rubbed his eyes and practically forced them to adjust to the light. He had hoped to be able to get some food still but wasn't placing any bets on it. Mason looked to the side of his bed and retrieved his sword, lying slightly ajar from the scabbard. Mason picked it up, placed it back in and slung the belt around his waist, he could rarely be found without his sword at his side. [i]Please let there still be some food left, PLEASE.[/i]

Mason poked out of his tent and aimed for the kitchen, on his way he passed a number of people, some he knew, others he had never laid eyes upon, on his way a few people gave him odd looks and stepped away at the sight of his sword. It wasn't exactly a sentry or guard's privilege to wear a sword, anyone was allowed to, but some wouldn't dare touch a weapon, and Mason respected this so he didn't criticize them for it. Mason had arrived where there was still some food. [i]Winter, you saint.[/i] He thought as he grabbed a plate and piled n a few eggs and some sausages. He took the nearest seat he could and found a few people still around. Lucas, some little girl with him (god help her), 'gadget' and a dog. Mason paid no attention to them as he went to work on his food.

In just a few minutes, Mason's plate was devoid of even crumbs, as if it had nothing on it at all to begin with. Mason got up and took the plate to the sink and washed it off before putting it back where he found it and stepped outside, feeling slightly bored. A few more people walked past him, giving him more glances due to his sword. [i]Yes, I am armed in a safe haven, what of it?[/i] He wanted to say but bit the words back before doing so. Mason let out a sigh and considered going back to his tent and sleeping, and wondered if someone would hunt him down, Maybe winter or Delshad would, but would he care? Not in the least, He may be young, but not timid or stupid enough to think himself a god. Mason simply started walking and would go wherever in the camp his feet took him.